~*~ Tracks in the Snow-Sleddog RP~*~

[Americano Blue]

Marco turned and headed East. "Go back to camp." he told Putia. "I need to see my Aunt."

 

[TamingMaster]

"NO. I'm not leaving you on your own," Putia said sternly. "You'll die out here..."

 

[Americano Blue]

Marco looked at her sternly for a moment than sighed. "Fine."

 

[TamingMaster]

Putia nodded. She had to do something to help, this was her fault after all. She swore that she'd look after Marco, no matter what.

 

[Americano Blue]

Marco sat down and howled for the dogs he had been hunting with before Putia joined them.
The large brown one came running though the snow a few minutes late. "Yes Marc...OH my word what happened to your leg!!?"
Marco sighed. "Moose...ice...lake... the point is, I need you to inform my uncle that Putia and I will not be back for a while."
The dog nodded and ran off.

 

[TamingMaster]

Putia watched the large brown dog as it ran off. She glanced at Marco.

 

[Americano Blue]

Marco got to his feet and sniffed the air. He began the journey to Meringue' camp.

 

[TamingMaster]

Putia followed Marco. She constantly checked Marco's leg and side.

 

[Americano Blue]

Marco stopped and looked around. He closed his eyes and remembered the way. He opened his eyes and took a left.

 

[TamingMaster]

Putia continued to follow him. "Are we almost there?" She asked quietly.